Oou there he go again, why they call you Trouble Man
Because I need them rubber bands, wilder than the Taliban
Had to wake the game but in my cup its not Folgers
Best keep a straight face but these racks not from Poker
My wrist keep dancing but i'ts not no Joker
She say she like my chain but love it more when I choke her
Its litt, im hot,
Saw just sent me the drop
Ghost pulled up wit them knots
You tweak f*ck around and get popped
Southside wit the heat like the Sox
Made bands over East
Its free my G's until I rot, So much cheese I ain't seen the opps
They breakin codes nd I'm breaking records
Real Kings round me like we playin Checkers
Gotta Kel-tec call it Lil Tecca
In that big body like Brock Lesner
If she ridin shotty then she a stepper
In somethin spicy like Peter Peppers
If she pop it right hit on the dresser
Xurreal nice but I'm applying pressure
They say I got the juice, boy I been bout my chips
Niggas hating on the truth, I'm gone still talk my shit
Champagne in the coupe I blew the top off this bitch
She seen the sauce now she lit
They say I got the juice, boy I been bout my chips
Niggas hating on the truth, I'm gone still talk my shit
Champagne in the coupe I blew the top off this bitch
She seen the sauce now she lit
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Oou there he go again, why they call you Trouble Man
Because I need them rubber bands, wilder than the Taliban
Had to wake the game but in my cup its not Folgers
Best keep a straight face but these racks not from Poker
My wrist keep dancing but i'ts not no Joker
She say she like my chain but love it more when I choke her
Its litt, im hot,
Saw just sent me the drop
Ghost pulled up wit them knots
You tweak f*ck around and get popped
Southside wit the heat like the Sox
Made bands over East
Its free my G's until I rot, So much cheese I ain't seen the opps
They breakin codes nd I'm breaking records
Real Kings round me like we playin Checkers
Gotta Kel-tec call it Lil Tecca
In that big body like Brock Lesner
If she ridin shotty then she a stepper
In somethin spicy like Peter Peppers
If she pop it right hit on the dresser
Xurreal nice but I'm applying pressure
They say I got the juice, boy I been bout my chips
Niggas hating on the truth, I'm gone still talk my shit
Champagne in the coupe I blew the top off this bitch
She seen the sauce now she lit
They say I got the juice, boy I been bout my chips
Niggas hating on the truth, I'm gone still talk my shit
Champagne in the coupe I blew the top off this bitch
She seen the sauce now she lit
Because I need them rubber bands, wilder than the Taliban
Had to wake the game but in my cup its not Folgers
Best keep a straight face but these racks not from Poker
My wrist keep dancing but i'ts not no Joker
She say she like my chain but love it more when I choke her
Its litt, im hot,
Saw just sent me the drop
Ghost pulled up wit them knots
You tweak f*ck around and get popped
Southside wit the heat like the Sox
Made bands over East
Its free my G's until I rot, So much cheese I ain't seen the opps
They breakin codes nd I'm breaking records
Real Kings round me like we playin Checkers
Gotta Kel-tec call it Lil Tecca
In that big body like Brock Lesner
If she ridin shotty then she a stepper
In somethin spicy like Peter Peppers
If she pop it right hit on the dresser
Xurreal nice but I'm applying pressure
They say I got the juice, boy I been bout my chips
Niggas hating on the truth, I'm gone still talk my shit
Champagne in the coupe I blew the top off this bitch
She seen the sauce now she lit
They say I got the juice, boy I been bout my chips
Niggas hating on the truth, I'm gone still talk my shit
Champagne in the coupe I blew the top off this bitch
She seen the sauce now she lit
Writer: Xavier Wells
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